A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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DESH HAMARA HAI

इस देश की मिट्टी में

धर्म फूले फले

This One's For You
This one's for you...
You've always been there for me
You knew when I was hurting
You helpe

Speechless
My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

Our dads always mad

Just Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes.

Tell me what you see.

It won't be happy.

It won't be p

Tere pyar mein

Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,

Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,

Ab To unki

What's Love ?

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

BHUL KAR BHI TUJHE NA BHULE

Tujhe Bhool Kar Bhi Na Bhool  

Payenge HumBas Yahi Ek Wada Nibha 

DEEWANE HO GAY

Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,

Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.

Shayad unhe tal

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush

There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

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